Revolutionarily speaking

Drove to Dallas today for a quick hairstyle/photo shoot with James and his salon. That was a fun treat. I love the deconstructed French braid he did with my hair. Not to mention the Italian copper color that is atop my head.

It brings new meaning to my fieriness.
Smoldering.
Ablaze.
Consuming.

Hope there really is going to be a French Revolution photo shoot at the end of this.

I need a haircut. My hair is long, long, long.

Thanks to Leah for taking this for me with my phone. The one that Juanita took of me at the salon wasn't to my liking.. not because of the photo.. but mainly because of the subject. I'm hypercritical, what can I say?